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by Les Lea
in the corner of his bedroom rubbing his recently
strapped fourteen year-old bottom. His father had laid
into him with some power and, despite all attempts to do
otherwise; he’d been reduced to a very sorry and tearful
teenager. His bottom glowed bright red but unfortunately
the rubbing wasn’t relieving the pain.
His twin four
year-old brothers, Joshua and Daniel, only recently
woken, sat huddled together with their mother on their
bed completely dumbstruck as their father had punished
his eldest son for his misdemeanours.
rare in the Jefferson household but when it happened it
was done in front of the family so no one would be in
any doubt as to what transpired if rules were broken.
Joshua and Daniel trembled in their bed dressed in the
matching pale blue shorty pyjamas, underneath which they
wore their night time diapers.
their older brother being stripped and bent over the
bed, his pale quivering naked bottom in full view. Their
father had listed the things Caleb was being punished
for and, despite wishing not to have to do so; it was
with God’s gracious guidance that he too had to instil
such guidance in his son.
Both boys wet
their diapers in fear as they watched in horror at the
severe punishment their loving brother was being
Ever since he
was a baby Caleb had worn a diaper under his pyjamas
whenever he went to bed. It was a rule his parents had
always insisted upon and had become second nature as he
grew up. He’d never once questioned why he had to as
this was just something he’d always done so wasn’t an
issue. Of course the twins now wore them as well and
they never questioned the reason, partly because Daniel
still occasionally wet as he slept.
made to wear them at any other time just at night when
he was sleeping. Both his God-fearing parents believed
children were most at risk as they slept and a thick
diaper was a way of preventing the Devil from doing his
dirty work as their offspring slumbered.
As well as final
nightly prayers they also felt it was a simple and
useful precaution for their children in case they had
any kind of nocturnal accident. Also, being at peace
with God , the rest of the family and themselves when
they retired for the night was just good practice - just
in case of any unfortunate events or sudden death – best
to always be prepared to meet your maker.
Caleb himself hadn’t wet the bed for many, many years he
was still required to wear them in the same way he wore
the rest of his PJs, as he’d known nothing different it
didn’t worry him.
the maturing but easily influenced teenager had found
out that none of his friends wore such an item to bed,
and although he had seen nothing wrong with it in the
past, he was now being ridiculed by his school mates
once it became known.
He had no idea
other parents did not have their children wear such
protection to bed, so had innocently admitted to it when
asked to write an essay for an English lesson about his
home life. This tiny piece of information, in his
well-written thesis, was seized upon by the entire
class. They demanded to know if he was wearing diapers
at that moment and the discussion didn’t calm down until
he proved, by shuffling down his chinos, that in fact he
wore normal white Y-fronts.
From that moment
on his normally friendly classmates were relentless in
mocking him with baby talk, baby references and
However, when he
returned home full of embarrassment, he questioned his
mother as to why he had to wear such an extra piece of
thick material at night, when no others in his class
did. His mother’s gentle and understanding explanation,
though at first pacifying her son, didn’t completely
growing despair with the constant ridicule at school
meant he was very unhappy.
His father had
been slightly less understanding, though he too had
tried to explain his reasons, though the Devil and his
corrupt ways didn’t seem to gain any credence with the
young teen. In the end, and despite a few arguments, his
father had simply said that whilst he was under his
roof, his rules were to be obeyed.
“As it says in
announced in all solemnity.
5:16 - Honour your father and your mother, as the LORD
your God has commanded you, that your days may be
prolonged and that it may go well with you on the land
which the LORD your God gives you.”
As far as his
father was concerned that was the end of the matter so
no further discussion would be allowed to take place.
this quote from the Bible and had done his best to have
respect to everyone not just his own family.
He was a nice, polite boy and his religious
parental upbringing had made him a tribute to their
faith. Slow to anger, always helpful, volunteering, he
was so unlike most of the other kids he went to school
with. However, even though he’d been brought up to
believe every word in the Bible was the word of God, he
was now, because of his classmates, willing to question
why he had to wear a diaper to bed. He couldn’t remember
any reference to the Devil visiting anyone in the night.
Even though he
continued to wear the stipulated item to bed, the fact
that he did, began to rankle.
helped by the fact he was now the talk of the school and
the object of fun and derision. He still had mates but
even they wondered why he simply didn’t refuse to wear
such a childish piece of bedtime attire. As a class they
all boasted that under no circumstances would they let
their parents make them wear such an item for bed (or
otherwise) and they called it a matter for his own
honour and pride to reject such treatment.
The house the
Jefferson’s lived in was a small two bedroom affair on
the edge of town. They were too poor to have a place of
their own so to begin with they had shared the house
with Caleb’s mother’s mother, his grandma Mrs Eve
Broadstone, his grandpappy being long dead. The tight
little family unit occupied one bedroom between them,
whilst grandma had the other. So, up until he was eight
years old, he shared a room with his parents and only
got his own once his grandmother passed away.
His parents then
inherited the place, which was just as well as Thomas
Jefferson, Caleb’s father, was not a rich man. Oh, he’d
say he was rich, though not in a financial way: He had a
beautiful wife in Emily, a healthy son in Caleb,
wonderful neighbours and had a close relationship with
God, so how much richer could he be?
He helped out at
the church every week and did odd jobs around the place
to stop it falling into ruin. He’d had to do the same
with the house they inherited because over the years it
had become very rundown. Thomas had been the town’s
cobbler, though fashion and affordability of new
footwear meant it was an industry on the decline. As it
was a business that had never paid well he took to doing
odd jobs to make ends meet, so this became his prime
means to earn a living.
He was an
adequate carpenter and would attempt anything he was
asked to undertake, but was self-taught and had no real
grounding in joinery or plumbing. One day he could be
shoring up a building, the next would find him mowing a
lawn or sorting out some noisy radiator, or painting the
side of a barn… he was very fluid in what he did. Each
job was never too much trouble, no task too small and
all done with a smile on his face and an even temper. He
was well-liked for his attitude, his prices and
availability… his time keeping was impeccable.
As an eight
year-old Caleb had loved having his own room but after
only two years of such ‘spacious luxury’, the
Jefferson’s were visited by a surprise package with the
arrival of twins. The small house was once again busy
and full so Caleb had to get used to sharing all over
again. His twin baby brothers soon took over his space
with all the things babies need. His, and his family’s,
Christian values meant that he couldn’t begrudge them
anything so put up with the crying, the changing, the
atmosphere that babies produce as they all had to get
along in that small space.
Now, after four
years, he still shared the same room and although he
understood why the twins should still wear
diapers, the conversations he and his school colleagues
were having meant the question “Why did he?” was
becoming more and more unsettling.
tried to placate their son but he grew tired of their
mystifying reasoning, none of it made sense to him and,
if they were wrong about this, what else were they wrong
about? His mind was in a great deal of turmoil because,
as his friends questioned him, so he saw reason to
question his parents. Slowly he gravitated more to the
way his friends saw things than his parents.
mother and father put the twins to bed and made sure
they were suitably wrapped up for the night, Caleb was
never checked. It was assumed that after all this time
he would not go against what his parents wished and he
would wear the appropriate protection. However, for the
last few nights, after he’d said his prayers and changed
into his PJs, the diaper was left off.
didn’t know, or even suspected, that their son would
disobey their rules. He never had done, so, despite his
recent questions, there was no reason to think he might
now. They had complete trust in their son.
It felt strange
and the pangs of guilt kept him awake but, because of
what his friends had said, he saw no reason to wear such
an item anymore. As his brothers slept soundly in their
bed opposite, he tossed and turned at defying his
parents. It didn’t sit well on his conscience but
neither did the constant harassing by his school mates.
patterns were all over the place and on the third ‘no
diaper’ night the anxiety caused him to do the one thing
he never thought would happen - he wet the bed. Not a
lot but enough for him to need to change his damp PJs
As luck would
have it both Joshua and Daniel had also wet themselves
that morning. And, because it was a Saturday and
everyone’s bedding was changed for wash day, he quickly
piled all their laundry together and slipped it into the
washing machine before his mother was any the wiser. He
breathed a sigh of relief when he got praise from her
for getting an early start on the family laundry seeing
as how it was going to be such a glorious drying day.
The problem was
he forgot to add his own diaper to the mix so when his
mother pegged the wet items out she noticed that his
larger fabric squares were missing. At the time she
didn’t give it much thought, wondering if perhaps, in
his haste to get things going, he’d simply forgotten his
own dirty linen. However, a quick inspection of his
stripped down bed revealed a slight damp patch on his
mattress, which raised her suspicions.
Caleb was out for the day playing with his friends, his
mother mentioned her misgivings to her husband. Thomas
wouldn’t believe his son would flaunt the rules but
decided to check on him that night to allay any such
worries, though he had to admit the damp bed did raise
That night, when
the twins and Caleb were asleep his father
surreptitiously checked his son’s PJs and found the
diaper in place. This was a relief to Thomas who hated
to think his son would do anything contrary to his
after the scare the night before, Caleb was taking no
chances and had gladly returned to wearing the night
time protection as he always had. The comfort it offered
meant that he drifted off very quickly and was able to
catch up with all the lost sleep he’d endured whilst not
wearing it. He was totally unaware of his father
checking on him and was oblivious to the worry he had
briefly caused his parents.
Once back at
school his friends were still badgering him to know if
he’d rebelled at his ‘babyish treatment’, as they called
it. Caleb lied and said he no longer wore the item to
bed and that his parents were now cool with his
The ribbing from
his mates began to die down, much to the fourteen
However, he now
found he had another problem. He’d lied and in so doing
knew that the Lord would not react well to such
effrontery to his parents rules. Not only that… he’d
lied to his friends but the continuous taunts of being
a ‘wickle baby’ had got to him and despite what
the Bible said, he found it hard to turn the other
cheek. In fact, the pressure from his peers was getting
more intensified and he was being dragged into areas
where he was most uncomfortable.
problem he had was he desperately wanted to be accepted.
This ‘baby thing’ had been a crushing blow to his
self-esteem and he knew that it would hang over him if
he couldn’t prove he was just as much of a teenager as
the rest of the gang. Despite the way he’d been brought
up; the loving, forgiving, empathetic rules his parents
had always displayed, he found his friend’s ideas and
thoughts were beginning to have more influence.
He was agreeing
with actions he would once have run a mile from and even
found himself in trouble for being a part of the group
who’d played a nasty prank on one of the teachers. The
rest of the group just laughed it off but he struggled.
However, once he’d misbehaved and the acceptance from
his peers had been so inclusive, he hung around with
them and found he was being involved in more and more
teenage revolt as they challenged everything around
Caleb was caught
up in this revolution. At first he didn’t like it but
his fourteen year-old mind, and all his mates, were
telling him he needed to be less under his parent’s
Most nights at
home he’d stopped wearing his diaper to bed. He’d been
lucky that his parents had only checked him that once.
However, because he became a little bit
surly, and more aggravated by sharing his room with his
little brothers, his father told him in no uncertain
terms that such attitude to the rest of the family would
not be tolerated.
He went to
school thoroughly chastised and resentful and when a few
of his pals suggested they should just bunk off for the
day, despite the fact he knew it was wrong, he agreed to
go with them.
They spent the
afternoon at one of the boy’s homes, drinking the
father’s beer and smoking, neither of which Caleb had
ever done before. The other boys laughed as he struggled
with both alcohol and tobacco but he wanted desperately
to impress. The boy raided his father’s booze cabinet
and slipped a large amount of vodka into the beer Caleb
was drinking. They urged him to down it in one to prove
he wasn’t a wuss and a second bottle of beer was
doctored in the same way.
To the amusement
of his pals, a slurry and dizzy Caleb found it hard to
focus as a game of ‘dare’ developed. With inhibitions
down and eager to prove himself he took up the
challenges and found himself stealing clothing off a
neighbour’s washing line.
He arrived back
to his pals giggling as he produced a couple of pairs of
girl’s panties, a summer dress, fabric diapers and a
variety of colourful kiddie and baby clothes, including
a couple of pairs of plastic pants. He had no idea what
he’d collected he’d just grabbed the first few things
he’d been spotted.
A knock on the
front door and the general mayhem of a group of
startled, drunken, frightened boys, hightailed it out an
open back window heading in opposite directions.
When he got home
he rushed past his mother with barely any acknowledgment
and made his way to his bedroom. A slight stumble gave
her a chance to notice the smoky smell on his clothes,
which also gave her the opportunity to inspect him more
closely. Unfortunately for him she detected his
insobriety and that he looked nervous and skittish. She
didn’t say anything just let him continue to his bed. He
crashed out, grateful for being home and able to rest
his spinning head. He fell asleep.
Whilst he dozed
his father returned home, more or less at the same time
the neighbour who’d had clothes stolen off their washing
line was explaining the afternoon’s events. She’d also
brought the bunch of creased and now dirty washing with
her as evidence. Her anger at her next door neighbour’s
boy was evident but she couldn’t understand why a
respectable boy like Caleb would do such a thing.
When Thomas had heard the story he decided to
let the boy sleep it off but in the morning he’d be in a
great deal of trouble and have a painful lesson to
Although it was
late afternoon when Caleb had arrived home he’d
completely crashed out and only woke up for a few
moments late in the night. Everything was dark and the
house quiet as he stumbled to the bathroom. He was still
quite unsteady on his feet and felt incredibly
light-headed; the unaccustomed alcohol certainly had an
His bladder was
almost bursting by the time he’d manoeuvred himself in
front of the toilet and it was with pure relief he let
things flow. Unfortunately, his aim was ineffective as
he missed the bowl and not only pissed all over the
floor but down the front of his school chinos. He was
unaware of the mess he’d made as he stumbled back to his
bed, attempting not to wake up his sleeping brothers,
thus returning to his warm and welcoming bed.
woke up when bright morning light rushed in through the
windows as the drapes were pulled back. Groggily Caleb
squinted into the day only to see his father looking
down at him. Another cursory glance saw his mother
hugging his twin brothers as they sat up in bed looking
somewhat shocked back at him.
voice was commanding but he wasn’t shouting.
With his head
still throbbing he wasn’t at his best this morning and
just wanted to sleep a little longer.
“Time to get up
His father was
firm but didn’t sound angry.
“Just a few more
minutes please papa.” There was a tired whine to his
voice was now very forceful and Caleb knew he needed to
do as he was told.
Slowly and with
some difficulty he eventually sat up. His eyes still not
quite focused but his father told him to stand.
Caleb got to his feet and shrugged. His father launched
straight into his questions.
“Where were you
papa.” Caleb mumbled his lying reply.
“All day?” His
this.” His father pointed to the dark wet stain down the
front of his trousers.
“Er, mmmm, erm…
must have had an accident.”
“Your bed is wet
through… did you have an accident there as well?”
None of this was
making much sense to the still woozy Caleb who wasn’t
thinking straight at all. Indeed, he felt pretty sick in
the pit of his stomach and realised desperately needed
to pee again.
“Excuse me papa
but I think I need the …”
“Not yet my boy.
You have some explaining to do.”
He held up the
bunch of stolen clothes and asked him to explain what
shrugged and slurred he had never seen them before.
His mind still wasn’t working right but, from
what his friends had said in the past:
“Deny everything it’s up to others to prove it.”
At that moment, and with that thought in his head, he
smiled at his father and denied everything. He didn’t
know that whilst he slept off his drunken binge, a call
around the neighbours and to school that evening meant
his father had been able to quickly piece together the
washing was still being held and shaken in front of
Caleb’s face. He thought he was safe as he suspected no
one knew him where he’d been drinking with his pals,
except, everyone knew the Jefferson kids and especially
Caleb. He was regarded as a polite, honest, industrious
type of lad that other parents wished their child could
be like. His regular attendance at church and of course
his father’s commitment to church affairs and the like,
meant they were a very well-liked and respected family
in the community.
under his father’s questioning his resolve begin to
falter. He found it difficult to keep up a lie and
suspected he knew more than he was saying. The urge to
pee was getting stronger but his queasy stomach was not
only a feeling of being sick, it churned with guilt.
father’s interrogation he found himself lying and then
having to admit to things that he’d done. In the end
Thomas had extracted a complete confession as to what
had really taken place and although Caleb had tried to
lay the blame at being treated as a child, none of that
father told him to take off his urine stained trousers.
With his mother and brother’s looking on, he slowly
removed them. He was left standing in his damp and
yellowing briefs when his father told him to remove them
also. Reluctantly, he did as requested and stood hiding
his boyhood behind cupped hands. He knew he was in for
some kind of punishment but didn’t know exactly how that
was going to take place.
“Bend over and
smell your bed”
words were strange and Caleb was slow to do as
sinful bed. This isn’t the first time you’ve wet it is
they must know about the time he hadn’t worn his diaper.
“No papa, I
wasn’t wearing a diaper.”
“The rule of
this house is, until children leave home… for their
protection, safety and to keep them from many of the
corruptions of this world… a diaper is worn for sleep.
“Er,” He was
desperate to find an excuse but nothing was coming and
his bladder was hurting. He feared peeing himself but
also knew he was in no position to ask for permission to
visit the toilet. In the end, to speed things up he
agreed that was the rule.
“Now, smell the
mattress… the stench of not obeying rules”
He saw he had
little option. With his mother and the twins looking on
he bent over and inhaled the tainted fabric and the
heady smell of his wet crimes.
brothers don’t wet the bed and nor should you. Take a
Caleb did as he
was told and a wave of nausea swept through his body.
would have prevented any such accidents, but you think
you’re such a big boy and no longer need either physical
or religious protection.”
“No papa… sorry
He tried to get
up but his father pushed him back into position.
The loud crack
that followed was unexpected by both Caleb and the
His father had
swung a leather strap he’d concealed behind his back and
made heavy contact with his son’s pale bottom. The yelp
could be heard several blocks away to anyone who had
and shaking tried to rise.
“Stay where you
The order wasn’t
one he could ignore and a tremble of just what was in
store shook his body.
were cut off by the searing pain that ricocheted
throughout his body.
He tried to
stand again but his father was determined he should stay
just where he was. Embarrassed or not by his humiliating
position his father delivered more hefty wallops to his
son’s rapidly reddening posterior.
thundering smack Caleb yelled for forgiveness, whilst
his father delivered a litany of religious quotes. His
crimes; his smoking, his underage drinking, his truancy,
his choice of friends, his stealing, his lack of respect
for family and himself – everything his schoolmates had
assured him were positives in his escape from babyhood,
was coming back to painfully haunt him.
His father knew
he wasn’t by choice a naughty boy but was determined
that as the Lord offered guidance to his children, so he
had to do the same with his. The strap landed many times
and a wailing Caleb was left in no doubt he had done
looked scared as they saw their older brother punished
in such a fashion but this was Thomas’s idea, to make an
example – This is what happens when you don’t follow
could be contended that at only four years old they
wouldn’t necessarily know right from wrong, their
parents hoped that such a visual demonstration would
have a lifetime effect and keep them on the straight and
It did have an
effect and both Joshua and Daniel wet their diapers as
they witnessed the horror of their brother’s brutal
treatment. They weren’t the only ones, Caleb also could
not hold onto his full bladder and a stream of piss hit
the bed and floor as the eleventh stinging strike caused
him to cry out louder for forgiveness.
punishment was over Thomas helped his son to his feet
and hugged him.
“I don’t like to
discipline you… you are a good boy but, and this is why
you have been chastised so severely… you are getting
influences from the wrong people and you are acting
against the family. This I cannot allow.”
He held his son
who was sobbing and rubbing his very sore and inflamed
will no doubt be chastised by their parents but you’re
my responsibility and I’m not going to let you ruin your
life for the benefit of some thoughtless… and Godless
He patted his
son’s red bottom as if to make the point.
foreseeable future you are banned from meeting with them
and at school your contact must be kept to the absolute
minimum. Do you understand?”
get any words out he was still shaking in terror at what
had just taken place. Never had his father reacted in
such a way and he was completely scared of what this
man, this man he called papa, might do next.
several things you need to take on board.”
He held up the
“You will wash,
iron and return these items to the lady you stole them
He waited until
he could see his son take notice of what he had said.
“As you appear
to like baby clothes…”
Thomas held up
the item in an undisguised motion that meant ‘what a
“A diaper will
be a permanent part of your wardrobe … day and night. If
for any reason you are seen without it, and there will
be many checks, you will receive double what you have
just experienced. Is that clear?”
Caleb was still
shaking but he dare not fail to respond so nodded.
after school, and in any spare time you have, you will
read the Bible and reflect on what has happened. I
understand you are growing up but there are better
influences around than your so-called friends.”
He paused to
make sure his shaking son understood what he was saying.
“You will be
tested once a week on what you have learned.”
directly into his son’s tearful face.
“When I think
you are capable of understanding the word of God is the
only truth and the only guidance you need, then the
diaper punishment will be re-thought.”
He hugged his
honouring your father and mother… the Lord forgives you
and we forgive you. We love you very much Caleb, we want
what’s best for you… you should want it for yourself as
The tears that
had lessened began to pour once again and Caleb wept
inconsolably as his father led him to a corner of the
your mother gets Joshua and Daniel ready for the day you
need to think about what you have done and how you are
going to make it up to those you have disappointed. When
your mother has finished with the twins she will attend
to you, no argument, no fuss, you will do what you are
As Mrs Jefferson
removed the twins soaked diapers and cleaned them up she
wondered if this was what she was going to be doing for
her eldest every morning. Caleb tried
to rub the pain from his tanned and purple backside but
didn’t dare turn round and look at his mother. He was
just too ashamed.
Once the twins
had been calmed, dressed and sent out to play she began
to sort out the rest. She stripped Caleb’s bed and
rummaged around in a cupboard until she found what she
was looking for. Emily Jefferson
sighed, even the twins didn’t need this sort of
protection on their beds but her husband had insisted.
She pulled a thick plastic sheet over his mattress and
then told him to come over. She gave him a cloth so he
could mop up the puddle of pee he’d made that hadn’t
already been soaked up by his bedding.
He noticed the
pile of diapers and stuff normally reserved for the
twins was laid out on his bed and knew what was in store
for him as he tentatively wiped away at the wet patch
he’d made. Once that was all done he winced again as he
was told to lie out.
With a deep sigh
of resignation he lay on the cool plastic sheet, his
bottom reacting to the slinky, cool surface as he tried
to get comfortable. Eventually his mother started to
clean him up.
his teeth as she rubbed soothing ointment onto his
inflamed buttocks, he knew she wasn’t trying to hurt him
but it stung nonetheless.
After a few
embarrassing moments she spoke.
“I don’t know
what you were thinking…”
She held up her
hand as if to say ‘and I don’t want to know’.
“But by stealing
those baby’s clothes your father has decreed it must be
some kind of cry for help.”
She waited to
see if there was any kind of reaction but there wasn’t
he just lay with eyes tightly clenched trying to will
away the pain in his buttocks.
“Either that or
you just want to be babied.”
wasn’t being cruel; she really didn’t know what had
happened to her loving and polite son because he’d
changed so abruptly.
Through his pain
and trembling body that word had come back to haunt him
It was the word
his friends had used to describe his diaper wearing. It
was the term they used constantly to undermine and shut
him out of things. It was the word that had driven him
to prove himself he was not a baby; he could be as
adventurous and mischievous as anyone else.
streaming down his face once again as he realised things
were not going to get better.
reason, it’s diapers permanently for you now.”
didn’t wear diapers during the day only when they went
to bed. So, now he would be treated like the baby of the
family and all that entailed.
With purpose she
slipped a cloth diaper under his swollen bottom and let
the baby powder drift down to mingle with the
anti-diaper rash cream before pulling the thick material
up between his legs and pinning it into place.
His mind was
trying to tune out what was happening but he knew there
was no escaping this extra punishment. In some ways he
believed what his father had said – the Lord doesn’t
take kindly to his, and therefore by inference, his
father’s rules being ignored.
that done.” She said with some pride.
Caleb dare not
look down to witness his return to being treated as a
toddler. He could feel the thickness between his legs
and the tightness of the fabric bunching around his
groin. Unfortunately for him keeping his eyes closed
wasn’t an option as his mother confirmed by indicating
the pile of stolen items.
have work to do,” she said with no hint of anger just a
spun off his bed, the slippery plastic sheet making his
transition a great deal easier. The throbbing of his
bottom was still quite intense but the padding and
creams were going some way to alleviate the pain. He
searched around for some trousers to slip over the bulky
item making him walk strangely but his mother informed
him his father’s instructions were – diaper only.
His protest died
on his lips.
He fought back
another surge of emotion. Tears appeared but he didn’t
want them to fall realising that they would do no good
as his father had spoken. Hesitatingly, he took the pile
of clothes from his mother and went to the kitchen where
the washing machine was and loaded it up.
getting his tools ready for another day out fixing and
Caleb meekly said as he waddled slowly past his father.
right son. Has your mother made clear my instructions?”
“Yes papa, I
have to wash, iron and return these items and apologise
to Mrs Rendle.”
The words caught
in his throat as he dreaded having to see his neighbour
dressed as he was.
“Papa, might I
wear some , er, jeans or er, something when I see her?”
thought for a moment.
“Tell me Caleb,
why did you steal those items?”
The boy shook
his head. He knew he couldn’t use being drunk as an
excuse, or that he was goaded by his fellow truants, but
he had no idea why he had in fact taken those particular
pieces of clothing.
particular items?” His father insisted.
that there was no real reason behind the choice; they
were just the first things he came to.
unable to answer in any concise way.
“Mrs Rendle saw
you. She says that you apparently ran past other items
before you stopped at these and paused before deciding
to take them.”
Thomas paused to
see if his words sunk in.
“The lady isn’t
the fittest person on the block so wasn’t able to stop
you from what you were doing but she is certain that you
aimed for those specific things hanging on her line.”
A cool shiver
ran down Caleb’s spine.
that seeing as you wanted them so much, you should be
given some of your own… it didn’t seem a bad idea.”
He turned on the
washing machine and looked down at his feet. He
comprehended the angry lady’s logic and why his diapers
were now his only clothes. Crestfallen he walked back to
his father who was just about to leave.
“I’m really very
Thomas put his
hand on his remorseful son’s shoulder and spoke softly.
“I know you are
Caleb… and I’m sure you’ll get over this but… you have
to understand that all actions have consequences. If you
knew what those consequences were going to be… would you
still have done them?”
“Read the Bible
son all your answers are there. As it says in Galatians
- Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever
one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows
to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption,
but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit
reap eternal life.
His father left
for his day’s work and Caleb sat at the table thinking
about his father’s words. The thickness of his diaper
offering some relief to his aching buttocks but he knew
it would be another few days before the inflammation
would settle down. In the meantime he’d have to get used
to walking with a thick, well-padded piece of material
between his legs. He knew that everyone would be able to
tell and dreaded returning to school but also knew that
his father was doing this for a reason and not just to
gathered up the twins and went shopping leaving Caleb on
his own to reflect on what had happened over the past
In the interim,
told to study the Bible, and not wishing to be seen
anywhere dressed as he was, he settled down to do just
that. His bottom still throbbed but there was no doubt
about it, the padding certainly helped as he sat on his
crinkly bed and read the sacred words.
A tract from the
Bible entered his head. Proverbs 22:6 Train up a
child in the way he should go; even when he is old he
will not depart from it.
29:15 The rod and reproof give
wisdom, but a child who gets his own way brings shame to
actions as reparation Thomas then steered his son to his
Caleb arrived at
the Rendle property at 6.30pm and knocked on the door.
Held all neatly pressed and folded were the stolen
items; on top of which, and to his total embarrassment,
were a pair of young girl’s nylon panties and the baby’s
there waiting for an answer. He felt anxious and
self-conscious because all he was wearing was a thick
diaper but knew he had to go through with this if he was
to prove to his father that he understood the error of
his ways. His flaming bottom also making sure he knew
what to expect if he transgressed again.
answered the door clutching her nine month old daughter
to her shoulder. The overweight lady not looking quite
as fierce as he imagined she would.
“Come in young…”
she looked him up and down, “man?”
He entered the
house and was confronted by Mr Rendle and his two other
daughters, Pixie aged five and Jenny aged nine.
the clothing to anyone who would take it from his arms
as he visibly shook with nerves.
“Mr, er and Mrs
Rendle,” Caleb was desperate to get this over with as
quickly as possible.
me for my stupid and immature actions… and I er, umm,
apologise for the inconvenience I have caused.”
rehearsing his little speech all day but it still
sounded muffled as anxiety got the better of him.
On top of that,
his sore and purple bottom suddenly became more
uncomfortable trapped in his diaper. Whereas the
thickness had offered some support and relief, here, and
with this family, it felt distinctly awkward.
looked at him with contempt in their eyes.
They could have
just laughed at the teenager in a diaper holding out
panties, and baby clothes as if for inspection but Mrs
Rendle in particular was fed up with the way teenagers
in the area acted with such disrespect. She’d wished
that this boy’s drinking pals had been punished the way
he had and were also in her living room to apologise.
they weren’t and suspected they would have either gotten
off scot-free or merely been grounded for the day. Mrs
Adaline Rendle had a very low opinion of today’s youth
(and most of their parents) but welcomed Thomas
Jefferson’s way of dealing with his wayward son. Unaware
that it was her brief angry conversation and suggestion
that had made them think of such a punishment.
reference to ‘he who lives by the sword dies by the
sword’ briefly flittered into her mind. Although
they weren’t a religious family so couldn’t be certain
the quote had much to do with the way Caleb’s father had
made him wear something similar to what he’d stolen, it
did seem more than a little apt.
“I see your
father has realised you are still just a baby.” Mrs
Rendle said scornfully.
expected anything but a swift apology and hopefully an
equally hasty exit.
Now being the
centre of attention and being quizzed he was totally
unprepared for a family intent on humiliation.
scrutiny the diaper felt even more cumbersome.
His raw bottom
had yet to stop hurting and he could still feel each
sting of his father’s strap across his buttocks. He
quaked in his trainers. He had to get this right because
if he didn’t, he feared a repeat visit from that painful
ma-am.” Because of the circumstances he was forced to
Still no one had
relieved him of the bundle of clothes so there was very
little he could do except stand and wait.
The baby held in
Mrs Rendle’s arms began to get a little irritable and
start to cry.
Caleb wanted out
as soon as possible and reiterated his apology and asked
for someone to take the clothes he was holding.
Mrs Rendle found
a pacifier for her baby daughter, which calmed her down.
someone take these clothes? I’ve washed…”
getting desperate and under such scrutiny found he
desperately needed a pee. He flushed red with
embarrassment at the prospect of wetting himself in
front of these people who already despised him but saw
no imminent escape.
No one appeared
in a hurry to do anything.
He was worried.
stepped forward and plucked her panties from the top of
the pile. The look of disgust that passed between her
and the teenage culprit was intense and made Caleb
“Why did you
want my panties?” She asked and for which the
perpetrator had no answer.
“Er, erm, er,
I’m sorry it was just a silly dare… I didn’t…”
But he could see
his words were not having any effect, although with his
nervousness the need to pee was getting much stronger
and wriggled uneasily in his diaper.
plastic pants were now on view and Mrs Rendle demanded
to know why he was so desperate for a pair of her baby
daughter’s vinyl pants.
appropriate to your age I suspect.” The sound of
derision in her voice left him trembling.
Again he had no
answer and stammered his apologies once more. This was
going a lot worse than he could possibly imagine.
Mrs Rendle saw
the gibbering and frightened teen begin to
hyperventilate and offered her baby daughter’s pacifier
to soothe his anxiety.
hard but shook his head; he hadn’t understood the
ridicule in the offer. Although at that moment anything
to take his mind off this hostile inspection would have
been gratefully received.
Mr Rendle had
stayed silent throughout these exchanges but now stepped
forward and stood directly in front of the offender. He
was a big man himself and towered over the teen.
He grabbed the
panties off his daughter and flung them back on the pile
Caleb was still holding.
violated my family. It may have been a, a, a, prank,” he
stuttered with disgust, “but you have sullied those
clothes forever by your thoughtless actions. I wouldn’t
feel I’d done my duty if I let my children wear
something you’d… tainted by your actions”
The last words
were delivered with such loathing Caleb took a step back
from his accuser.
What had been
just a silly dare to him and his friends had become a
major incident as far as this family were concerned. He
wasn’t to know the constant acts of petty vandalism and
unsocial activities by their thoughtless neighbours had
been brought to a head by this particular stupid act.
As a family they
were seething with righteous indignation.
For a moment
Caleb thought he was in danger of being hit by this
irate man and that urge to pee no longer became an urge.
once he’d started he found it difficult to stop. He felt
the full weight of his misdemeanours hang heavy on his
shoulders and then in his diaper as the warmth spread
around his groin.
The front of his
diaper began to turn yellow and he wished the ground
would swallow him whole.
into his eyes as he stared at the scary man looming with
utter contempt but couldn’t turn away. He was getting no
sympathy but still hardly dare move, he was terrified of
what was happening and what still might.
Mrs Rendle saw
what was transpiring and although she seemed satisfied
with the boy’s discomfiture (they’d been subjected to a
lot worse over the years), thought the confrontation had
reached its obvious conclusion. Besides, his wetting
just went to prove what she always thought of today’s
young people – they were nothing but thoughtless,
helpless babies in need of constant supervision but when
brought to book for their misdeeds would just crumble.
She didn’t bring
the wet diaper to anyone’s attention but merely told him
to go, and to take all the defiled clothing with him.
them, they’re yours now… and I hope your parents make
sure you think about what you’ve done every day.”
Even without Mrs
Rendle pointing out his wet diaper it was inconceivable
that the rest of the family didn’t notice - he’d let
loose a flood.
shocked, soaked and sobbing as the door slammed shut
behind him. The long walk home wearing a soggy and
sagging diaper, whilst carrying a bunch of baby clothes,
was quite ironic, although the irony failed to register.
clutching the items to his groin, desperate to hide the
yellowing fabric and get home as soon as possible. The
saturated diaper hindered his progress as it began to
slip and bunch up between his thighs and knees, so
constantly found himself having to tug it up to prevent
from revealing his total naked shame.
Oblivious to the
catcalls, comments and laughter a teenage boy in a
diaper caused in the neighbourhood, a mile and a half
later he was grateful to be back home.
His mother was
there as he ran through the doorway heading for the
want to, he wanted to get out of his soaked and itchy
diaper as soon as possible but his mother’s command
couldn’t be ignored.
Emily saw the
pile of clothing gripped tightly to his groin.
“Yes mama, but,
er, but, they, er, they said I’d sullied these items and
I should keep them… erm… as a reminder.”
“I see. So they
think these should be a part of your punishment from now
“I s’pose so,
but mama, I apologised, I asked to be forgiven, I, I,
just wasn’t working… also… his diaper had begun to slip
further down his legs. Emily noticed the sodden item and
asked for an explanation as to why he’d wet himself.
He teared up. “I
was afraid Mr Rendle was going to hit me.”
“Did he threaten
She was anxious
to know the details as threatening her son would not
have gone down well with her.
“No, no his
daughters and Mrs Rendle were there he just said that I,
I, I disgusted him.”
“But did he
“No mama (sob) I
was just scared and ashamed and … ohh mama, what am I
going to do?”
She hugged her
“Well, for a
start… let’s get you out of this.”
pulled at the sagging diaper and guided Caleb, still
clutching the baby clothes, through to his bedroom.
sheet still covered the mattress and his new bedding was
waiting all folded to be made up. He wasn’t sure what to
do with the bundle he carried so his mother relieved him
and placed them on top of a chest of drawers.
She indicated he should lie out once again but
Caleb suggested that perhaps he should do it.
“Maybe in future
you will,” she said to relieve his fears, “but for the
moment I need to make sure your bruised bottom is tended
to and that everything is okay. However, before I do all
that we need to get you out of this soaked diaper.”
She went to the
drawers and took out a couple of the fabric diapers he’d
normally wear for sleeping in. She also produced a small
packet which Caleb hadn’t seen before. As she set the
various items needed on the bed Caleb noticed the
package said ‘Vinyl Pants for the incontinent young
you’re not going to put me in… them.”
He pleaded. “But
mama, Daniel needs them because otherwise he’d wet the
bed, I don’t. Oh… please mama, don’t make me wear them.”
year-old was in turmoil. He knew that if he kicked up
too much of a fuss his father might just revisit him
with the strap and, despite his reluctance, there was
really very little he could do.
His mother asked
a simple question.
“Have you just
come home in a wet diaper?”
There in the
soiled diaper his mother was unpinning any argument was
continued as his mother cleaned him up, rubbed
antiseptic cream into his red bottom and smeared another
lotion around his genitals before fitting him back into
a bright white clean diaper. She then inched further
plastic protection up his legs and made him stand as she
checked that everything was inside the vinyl barrier.
Caleb wanted to
cry at this latest indignity.
“You might as
well get used to it young man because this is what
you’ll be wearing about the house.”
The shame Caleb
felt as he crinkled with the slightest movement was
Joshua and Daniel don’t have to wear there’s around the
“No they don’t…
and they haven’t stolen things off a washing line, been
drunk, wet the bed or caused our neighbours to wonder
what type of son we are bringing up to be so
disrespectful to people and property....”
mother had been holding back her own personal judgement
on his behaviour for some time. Her outburst left him
cowed and shamefaced.
just wet themselves in public.”
He had no
defence, it was all true.
“Just so you’re
in no doubt, you will not only be wearing this for bed.”
down the shiny though noisy plastic over his tightly
“As we no longer
trust you we need to see at all times you’re wearing
what we say… so… no pyjamas. Either your father or I
will check you when you’re put to bed and when you wake
up. I think you know what to expect if any part of this
rule is not completely adhered to.”
one of his father’s recent Bible quotes:
21:18-21 "If any man has
a stubborn and rebellious son who will not obey his
father or his mother, and when they chastise him, he
will not even listen to them, then his father and mother
shall seize him, and bring him out to the elders of his
city at the gateway of his hometown. "They shall say to
the elders of his city, 'This son of ours is stubborn
and rebellious, he will not obey us, he is a glutton and
a drunkard.' “Then all the men
of his city shall stone him to death; so you shall
remove the evil from your midst...”
Caleb shook at
the enormity of what he could expect. The Bible was
unflinching when it came to obeying your parents.
continued with her clarification of the new set of
“You will also
be going to bed at the same time as your brothers.”
He peered up
ready to try and argue his position but the expression
of determination on his mama’s face made any such
attempt a foregone conclusion. He was dressed as a
toddler so couldn’t complain seeing as he was being
treated as one. Any hope that his father might relent
was equally a lost cause.
He knew arguing
had got him into this position so there was absolutely
nothing to be gained by going down that track again. He
simply had to observe these new rules if more painful
punishment was to be avoided. Thankfully, the lotion his
mama had rubbed into his bottom had relieved some of the
pain, whilst the other cream around his genitals had
left a warming glow just like when he’d wet himself at
If the diaper
wasn’t enough, the crinkly, rustling sound he made as he
walked was a permanent reminder of his situation. He had
to put up with the childish giggling from the twins as
they noticed and patted his bottom in curiosity. Just
the slightest touch was a jolt to just how fiercely he’d
been strapped, but in truth, he couldn’t blame them for
came and the boys were made ready for ‘ni-nights’, Caleb
was quite envious that they got to wear their shorty
‘jim-jams’ over bulky diapers. Meanwhile, he knelt at
the side of his bed and said his prayers aloud so that
his parents could hear. The silky mass of his vinyl
pants glistened in the subdued lighting.
As his mother
affirmed, other than a t-shirt he wasn’t allowed
anything else though wondered if he’d ever get to sleep
at such an early hour. Especially as the bottom sheet on
his bed was also now plastic and made more noise than
his vinyl pants.
exhausted, hot and uncomfortable as he ruminated on the
The light was
turned out and for a short while all was quiet. Then,
after a brief whispered childish discussion, both Joshua
and Daniel crawled from their bed and into Caleb’s. They
didn’t appear to worry too much about the noise the bed
made as they found space to be near him. Not another
word was said, they knew talking after lights out was
It had been
their first opportunity to make sure Caleb was okay, as
they embraced to prove they still loved him.
Notwithstanding his still throbbing bottom, they spent
the night snuggled up and he enjoyed their little warm
padded bodies curled against his own. He wanted to show
his brothers (even with silent thanks) he loved them
parents looked in on their sleeping brood and were
heartened by the affectionate way their boys bonded.
They were proud that even at such a young age the twins
wanted to show their love for their brother. Despite
what had so recently taken place, the Jefferson
household believed firmly in the power of family love.
13:13 So now faith, hope, and love
abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
rustling of diapers and plastic sheets accompanied every
little movement but didn’t seem to interfere with the
trio’s untroubled sleep.
In the morning
their father was the one to wake them up for church.
Joshua and Daniel stretched and were lifted from Caleb’s
bed and mama started to get them ready. Caleb was
surprisingly the last to wake up. He felt flushed and
uncomfortable as his diaper had ridden up and the
plastic pants had maintained all his body heat. His
diaper was damp but he didn’t think he’d peed.
his son and nodded for him to get up and have a shower
before church. As Caleb pulled down his plastic pants he
realised just how hot he was as the cool morning air
rushed in. The fabric did feel quite wet but was certain
he hadn’t had an accident in the night. However, a
bigger surprise waited for him when he lowered his heavy
diaper. There, nestled among the soft fabric were a host
of tiny black hairs. At first he wasn’t sure what they
could be until he felt his smooth penis and balls and
grasped that all his pubic hair was now in the folds of
the damp material.
looked down at the once proud area that proved he was
growing up. At school, in the shower after gym or
sports, most of the boys showed off that they had pubes
– it was a symbol, a symbol he no longer had. In the
hierarchy of classmates, those without pubes were teased
and it was often they who searched the locker room for
their missing underwear – boys always finding ways of
further humiliating other boys.
He was more sad
than angry. It was just the inevitability of the process
– he was going to be reduced to the same status as his
brothers. He wished it wasn’t so but, after the way he’d
been punished, he saw no way of defying what was
happening. Perhaps, returning him to childhood was part
of his parents plan. He’d heard his father quote another
verse from the Bible to his mother.
18:2-6 And calling to him a
child, he put him in the midst of them and said, “Truly,
I say to you, unless you turn and become like children,
you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever
humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the
kingdom of heaven. “Whoever receives one such child in
my name receives me, but whoever causes one of these
little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better
for him to have a great millstone fastened around his
neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.
shower proved to be a strange affair. Soaping up his
hairless, smooth genitals had a strange, non-biblical
effect. There was a certain soft, silky sensation that
he’d never recognised before… and he liked it. The other
strange thing was, as he soaped his badly bruised
bottom, the heat and pain from that had diminished
significantly though he didn’t know why.
Once he was out
of the shower his bed was again laden with diapers and
related paraphernalia with his mama waiting. She patted
the side of the bed and indicated he lay out. She
checked that all his pubic hair had been removed and
“Oh good, that
particular cream seems to have worked perfectly.”
She stroked his
“That also seems
to be coming along nicely… we’ll soon have everything
back as it should be.”
She beamed down
at her shy son saying he looked a lot tidier, and, with
a sprinkle of powder, added that the entire area was now
so much more hygienic.
Was the only
reply he could think of as she covered him in cream,
bundled him into a thick diaper, pinned him snuggly in
and had him step into another pair of crinkly plastic
special church clothes were always hung up and ready but
this time instead of his pressed grey trousers he was
given the same style of grey shorts his little brothers
Once again his
deep sigh said everything that needed to be said. His
parents were making a very heavy point that, by his
actions, he was still a child and, like his younger
brothers, needed guidance.
The fact that
he’d stolen so many baby items was coming back to haunt
him in a big way.
There was no
point in arguing and assumed everyone at the church
would know he was being punished for what he’d done.
It was a small
town so word got around fairly quickly and Caleb’s
crimes were not going to be hidden, that was not the way
Thomas and Emily Jefferson dealt with things. Open
and honest in all their dealings, even if their methods
weren’t to everyone’s taste.
Their three boys
looked a picture as they walked into the morning service
- white shirts, blue ties, blue knee-length socks and
their matching grey shorts. All eyes were
on Caleb, his short trousers offering little disguise as
he crinkled with each shameful step, whilst the heat of
guilt flushed through his system.
His trip to the
Rendle’s wearing only a diaper had become the talk of
the town. Some parents were disgusted at treating a
teenager in such a barbaric fashion, though the majority
of attendees at the church approved of his parent’s
system of reining in such bad behaviour.
With Joshua and
Daniel sitting either side of him Caleb stood out as the
service progressed. The Reverend added extra emphasis to
his sermon about obeying your parents as well as the
Lord. The ‘Amens’ that followed were probably the
loudest response he’d had for quite some time. No matter
how hard he tried to blend in there was no doubt that
Caleb was the centre of attention.
He could feel
the trickles of guilt running down his skin and
collecting at the small of his back. Under his arms and
between his newly bared pubic area pools of sweat were
Helped by the
thick vinyl pants, the hot morning and his guilty
conscience, the pristine diaper was already soaked
service he could feel eyes on his back. People were
stretching to see his thick diaper and it wasn’t
difficult as every time he stood to sing the hymns, his
crinkly, rustling pants attracted attention. It seemed
that the entire sermon was directed at him as the shame
of what he’d done became magnified by each word the
that his punishment would soon be over but until it was,
he promised the Lord to obey every word his parents
spoke and put up with the penalty they thought the crime
clothes meant he was destined for the time being at
least to wearing them. He’d hated the privately
administered strap and he hated the public diaper but of
the two, the diaper was by far the easiest to cope with.
He feared another beating and, had he been offered a
choice, he’d have settled for the diaper. However, his
parents had reduced him to being a dependent child so
the decision was not of his choosing.
There was no
quick escape after the service either as his parents
chatted with other parishioners. He was standing
slightly away from them keeping the twins entertained
until it was time to return home. The boys were always
happy to spend time with their older brother so were
childishly chatting away, finding things to ask and
keeping him occupied like only two curious four
dared scan the surrounding faces he could see looks and
nods in his direction from groups who gathered for their
weekly after-church gossip and suspected he was the main
topic of conversation. There were smiles, grimaces and
disdain mixed in with laughter and shakes of the head.
One of the boys he’d truanted with, Gary, and who was in
on the binge was also standing quietly by the side of
his parents. They hadn’t put him in shorts but there was
no doubt about it, the normally noisy and loud classmate
was greatly subdued. Guiltily he
looked away when the two boy’s eyes met across the road.
Caleb saw the
look of anger on his parents face when he began to whine
about going home and the scared expression when his
father murmured something in his ear and pointed
accusingly across the road to him. Gary immediately
stopped talking, stood to attention and it looked like
tears were not far away. Whatever his father had said
made an impact that silenced his ill-disciplined son and
to fear the implied repercussions.
Under such an
unsympathetic look the sweating teen experienced further
nervous rivulets cascade down his back. He trembled
under such constant and withering reproach and wished he
could just hide away.
twins soon drew Caleb back as they begged to go to the
nearby play ground where some of their friends were
already screaming with joy on the apparatus. His father
nodded ascent so the damp teen was grateful to get away
from the penetrating, judgemental stares and push his
brothers on the swings.
His diaper felt
full and wet, the rustle from his plastic pants
accompanied each movement but his shorts hardly hid any
of this. Normally, on such a sunny morning he’d be
leading his brothers in some kind of adventure in the
park. However, for the moment his general love of life
had left him and he just wanted to keep himself to
himself. He knew this punishment wasn’t meant to simply
humiliate him… but it did.
How he wished he
could turn back time and avoid all the unforeseen
problems mentioning diapers in his school essay had
A few older boys
wandered over intent on riling Caleb by mocking his
tight little shorts, comparing him with his toddler
brothers and generally belittling him. Caleb knew he
couldn’t respond for fear of reprisals, both from the
boys and his father if he got into further trouble. The
Bible said to turn the other cheek, so, no matter how
difficult it was, he had to prove he could do just that.
He didn’t rise
to the bait and, because of the lack of response the
older boys soon got bored and drifted away.
Once the family
got home both his parents appeared in good spirits.
Caleb wondered if it was because of the support they
were given for the way he was being disciplined but he
couldn’t be sure.
He knew wearing
just a diaper had been very humiliating when he’d had to
visit the Rendle’s but hoped that wearing shorts would
at least prevent people from seeing his diaper. The fact
that his young brothers wore no padding under their
shorts only seemed to emphasise that the well-protected
teen did; as did the constant manipulation of the item
to gain as much comfort as possible from its bunching
However, now he
was home he even lost the security of those tiny shorts
as he was once again told to strip down to his
protection. Thomas had made it abundantly clear that as
Caleb had lost the trust of both him and his mother, and
until they could be sure he wouldn’t try to renege on
his punishment, the ‘visibility’ rule would continue.
and trips out of the house for any reason meant he might
be allowed to wear shorts over his diaper, though he had
to check with either parent before venturing outside, it
would be a privilege he’d have to earn. He had to
understand the diaper wasn’t for humiliation purposes,
it was to instil on him that actions have consequences,
and this was the consequence of his reckless actions.
another beating, and very conscious that in fact he had
denigrated his parents rules, didn’t complain. He
accepted his penance and tried to bear it as stoically
as anyone from the Bible would. He knew he’d done wrong,
so recognised it would be up to him to make amends. The
thick diaper and rustling plastic pants a reminder
should he try and forget, even for a moment, the crimes
His mother made
sure he had various elements to prompt him of his
Emily hung up
the baby clothes the Rendle’s accused him of corrupting
next to his own suit and teenage wear. He felt shame
every time he opened his closet. She also placed the
diapers and baby plastic pants from that ill-judged raid
next to his own underwear and diapers so there was a
constant memento whenever he had to change.
school and for most outdoor activities, his parents
usually let him wear shorts over the puffy wadding. It
was the constant asking for permission that was
exasperating but he knew he had to be polite and adhere
to the rules if he didn’t want things to worsen.
thickness between his legs wasn’t that much of a problem
and found he slept a lot easier once he was back wearing
a diaper at night. When he thought about it, snugly
bound genitals at night for over fourteen years was
something he was used to. Why he thought he could change
that, he didn’t know.
The early bed
times were a bit of a problem but he’d managed to
convince his parents that he should read Bible stories
to the twins before they went to sleep.
He didn’t know it, but this suggestion pleased
everyone and greatly helped his case for the eventual
return to normality.
Caleb chose the
stories carefully. According to the ‘good book’ there
were a great deal of unpleasant outcomes for sinners in
the Old Testament, he didn’t want to scare his little
brothers. He’d briefly seen their faces after he’d been
disciplined and didn’t want to put them through such
He kept to the
simple scriptures of peace, love and Jesus’s good works.
brothers would snuggle up against him to hear the
stories better or simply to be close. He would wrap his
arms around them and draw them in as he whispered part
of the verses and they’d thrill to the message,
shivering in excitement or giggle at the way Caleb
voiced different characters.
unknown to Caleb, his parents would be rejoicing that
their son was back on the straight and narrow. He’d seen
the error of his ways and had returned to the faith and
his family. Thomas knew the ‘good book’ would guide and
inspire his son. In reality, all his sons, as the twins
listened intently to each story delivered by their older
and perhaps now wiser brother.
Thomas was once
again reminded of another verse from the Bible.
18:12-14 If a man
has a hundred sheep and one of them has gone astray,
does he not leave the ninety-nine on the mountains and
go in search of the one that went astray? And if he
finds it, truly, I say to you, he rejoices over it more
than over the ninety-nine that never went astray. So it
is not the will of my Father who is in heaven that one
of these little ones should perish.
He wasn’t going
to let Caleb off easily; the boy had done wrong and
needed to be in no doubt that a repeat offence was not
an option. However, he was happy to have this own
wayward sheep back in the fold.
It may have
seemed unlikely that a fourteen year-old lacked any
sexual knowledge but Caleb was in many ways quite
innocent. Often, when the topic had come up at school he
was mystified as to what was being discussed, or, more
precisely, why everyone was giggling about the subject.
He knew boys and girls were different but had little
interest in finding out anything further.
had quickly, but nervously, come to appreciate his
smooth cock and balls. Whereas, before he’d never given
that part of anatomy much attention (the tightly fitted
diaper keeping his hand away at night) now he was more
attentive. The glossy plastic pants
complimented his silky, naked pubic area, and although
it would be laughed at by his classmates, he was
beginning to enjoy the feeling his new hairless area
gave. Even his diaper seemed to offer more intense
School for Caleb
became weird very quickly. Everyone knew he was back in
diapers because of the ‘Rendle incident’ so at recess
and lunchbreaks, all around the building, that was the
main topic of conversation. Suddenly, social media and
just plain local gossip were alive to the subject of
diapers and punishment.
Within a few
days ‘teenager in a diaper’ had become THE story and
trending hashtag, everyone wanted in on it – the
Twittersphere went ballistic. All and sundry had an
opinion and happy to share it in any way they could.
Caleb was overwhelmed by the interest, with his padding
becoming the focus of far too much attention from school
mates and even strangers.
He wished more
people read the Bible.
Luke 6:31 “Do
to others as you would have them do to you.”
they wouldn’t be so ready to chastise and abuse him.
Sanjeev, Carlos and Max, the boys he got drunk with, had
all become distant with him and, to a certain extent,
each other. Apparently, Mrs Rendle had created quite a
fuss with the neighbours and all the boys had been
chastised to a greater or lesser extent.
After a severe
beating by his father, Gary, the ringleader and whose
home it was (and who spiked Caleb’s drinks) had been
threatened with Military School. Now he was on his best
behaviour and hardly dare speak to anyone never mind
give his usual confident backchat.
The little group
had been broken but it was the extent of Caleb’s
punishment that created a barrier between them. None
wanted to end up in diapers like him and thought the
best course of action was to keep their distance. They
needn’t have worried, their involvement in the dare was
almost forgotten and it was only Caleb people focused
all this attention new thoughts entered the troubled
teen’s head; was he was being tested?
fantastic thrill he felt thanks to his sleek pubic area,
diaper and plastic pants, maybe the Lord was testing his
resolve not to pleasure himself?
Also, making him
the subject of such derision, perhaps God was penalising
him in his own way?
Then he had
another theory; what if it was Satan making things
through his body; he couldn’t let the Devil anywhere
near his family. He couldn’t give in to any form of
temptation. He had to be good for the sake of his
brother’s and his own salvation.
When tempted, no one should say, “God is
tempting me.” For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor
does he tempt anyone; but each person is tempted when
they are dragged away by their own evil desire and
enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives
birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives
birth to death.
boys just wanted to take the piss, although even they
had to admit that Caleb was dealing with his peculiar
circumstances a lot better than they ever would. A few
boys maintained that they would never let their parents
treat them in such a way but, Caleb was unlike most of
his classmates and understood what it meant to let his
family down. So, if it meant keeping his distance from
friends, and keeping his hand outside of his diaper,
then that’s what he’d do.
didn’t like the present state of affairs, he knew from
the Bible he had to gain his parents, and God’s, respect
back, no matter how long it took.
The town began
to divide into two particular camps. The pro-Jefferson
family stance was applauded by older citizens, whilst
the younger population were incensed at the brutal and
humiliating way the teenager was being treated. They
didn’t actually know about the beating but that didn’t
stop them speculating.
Such was the
intensity of the debate that a local newspaper ran a
feature on the subject.
mentioning the Jefferson’s by name they created a
discussion forum and explored the pros and cons of what
was happening to Caleb (although again, without
mentioning him by name).
What started out
as a small, quirky feature developed into a huge
It was amazing,
with social media and the like in full swing things
happened at incredible speed. Some were funny, like the
diapers on celebrities, but when Caleb was identified as
the real ‘victim’ people wanted answers.
been stirred; it was no longer acceptable to be
theoretical about the subject, the papers wanted to know
all about Caleb and his parents.
Caleb had never
been the most popular boy in school he was seen as too
much of a goody-goody, his religious upbringing putting
many people off. What he’d done was completely out of
character and had ended in disaster. Now his small group
of friends had been scattered, and the fact he was
wearing tiny shorts and a bulky diaper, meant he was
even more of a misfit to most of the school… but not
As much he tried
to avoid the situation, Caleb had suddenly become a bit
of a local celebrity. Girls especially wanted to get to
know him and it seemed the diapers under his shorts were
a beacon for those who wanted to date him as much as
those who wanted to mother him – his situation produced
a wide range of responses. He himself was bewildered by
the entire proceedings and just wanted to melt away.
However, some of
the girls held a ‘diaper-in’; they all arrived for a day
of support wearing thick diapers to class. It was a
strange act of solidarity towards the protection-wearing
teen but one he took no part in, preferring to keep his
head down and do what was right for his family. He
begged them all not to argue amongst themselves but
refused to talk on camera when a local news channel
decided he was newsworthy.
With the arrival
of the camera crew the conversation and interest went up
several notches and soon everyone had something to say
on the subject, apart that is, from the Jefferson
The reporter and
cameraman made no bones about getting an interview with
the central character but Caleb just ran off though not
before the camera zoomed in on his tight and puffy
shorts. It probably didn’t help that he was rustling
quite loudly as he made his exit, the noisy plastic
pants making the journo smile as he disappeared.
There were far
too many voices shouting at Caleb and though he tried to
ignore them it was getting more and more difficult. The
problem was the entire event had become bigger than just
a stupid drunken dare backfiring and the culprit made to
It was now about
using humiliation as punishment and what were the
acceptable levels (if any) of that humiliation. What was
missed by this general clamour of ‘moral outrage’ was at
no point had Caleb voiced his own personal outrage
either publicly or privately. He simply accepted the
punishment his father thought was necessary.
home with the twins to find a photographer in her back
garden taking shots of the washing hanging out on the
line. He smiled and quickly made his exit once he’d been
discovered but not without firing off another series of
shots of her and the twins. It all
occurred so quickly. She was barely able to register
what was happening but once she realised the line of
billowing diapers had been the thing of interest she
became angry at such an intrusion. She could readily
understand the feeling Mrs Rendle had of violation after
her clothes had been stolen. It just wasn’t right.
phone was constantly ringing and, after answering a few
strange and abusive calls, where “No comment” was
dismissed as an unacceptable response from a reporter,
it was left to the machine to screen all incoming
statement from the boy or the parents it was left to the
two opposing factions to vent their spleen. The TV crew
were not without plenty of volunteers who wanted to add
their two cent’s worth.
A fool takes no pleasure in understanding, but only in
expressing his opinion.
Mrs Rendle in
particular was keen to put her side of the argument
about the attitude of the ‘youth of today’ but conceded
that it took a great deal of guts to appear at her door,
as Caleb had, to apologise wearing nothing but a diaper.
In fact, it was
this particular ‘bizarre’ incident that had piqued press
How could a
teenager be persuaded to dress in such a way and be made
to apologise? What threats, coercion or downright
violence would have to be in force for that to happen?
These were questions the locals, and now the press,
wanted to investigate. It was a story they knew would
get people talking as everyone would have an opinion.
Mrs Rendle also
became a bit of a star herself as she expressed her
distaste for the local youth and told anyone who’d
listen about the exchange between her and Caleb.
Tactfully, she didn’t mention he’d wet himself, much to
the appreciation of the boy himself.
was another reaction to all this intense scrutiny that
no one had foreseen - Caleb and his brothers had all
started waking up soaked.
When it first
occurred Caleb guiltily shrugged it off as an
unfortunate accident, thinking it might have something
to do with him enjoying the naked sensation ‘down
there’. Whatever the reason he was thankful to his
parents for making him wear protection. However, after
the third consecutive night, and the fact the same thing
was happening to Joshua as well as Daniel, the event
became far more alarming. It appeared stress was
contagious and the boys were suddenly peeing in sync and
sympathy at night.
Caleb wore a waterproof cover all the time, all the boys
now wore rubber pants at night as a safeguard.
Meanwhile, the washing line got heavier and heavier with
the daily laundry.
At school Caleb
was constantly being questioned and assaulted, supported
and insulted in equal measure. Unfortunately, this
constant attention led to a traumatic confrontation
during a lunchbreak when a reporter from a daily
newspaper had determined the story needed nationwide
journalist appeared friendly enough to begin with,
before Caleb realised her real business, but suspicion
grew when he noticed a photographer, with a long range
lens, taking sneaky shots from different angles
obviously trying to get a photo of his actual diaper. In
fact, the reporter got quite aggressive when he refused
to expose himself to her so they could get a decent
Such interest in
the subject was a mystery to the Jefferson’s who had
decided, as a family, they wanted nothing to do with
what they saw as nobody else’s business.
tried to blackmail Caleb by saying that if he cooperated
the item would be sympathetic towards him and his
family, but if not…
7:7 Extortion turns a wise person into a fool, and a
bribe corrupts the heart.
upbringing had made him respect others and especially
those older than himself (a reminder as to what happens
when that rule is forgotten was hugging his bruised
bottom at that moment). However, such was the line of
questioning, and the apparent inability to take “Sorry,
no comment” as an answer led to what must have been a
natural outcome for a timid young lad desperate not to
be involved in any of this circus.
completely out of any sort of comfort zone he panicked,
flooding his diaper in public. Horror seeped into every
bone in his body as he felt the warm golden liquid soak
into his thick protection.
unlike the time at the Rendle’s when he’d wet and the
result was apparent, this time the plastic pants his
mother had insisted he wear were a blessing. All the
fluid was kept inside the slippery barrier so at least
he hadn’t given the photographer the one shot he was
A sodden and
sobbing Caleb tried to escape the badgering reporter but
found himself penned in. Luckily, some of the girls saw
what was happening and were able to escort him away from
the hostile interrogation.
home soaked, harried and in tears. The pressure on the
fourteen year-old was just too much and he couldn’t
cope. He seemed confused as he kept ranting over and
father for I have sinned (sob) Forgive me father for I
threw himself down and knelt next to his bed in prayer,
his bulging shorts displaying the fullness of his
dilemma, and pleading with the Lord to forgive him.
father for I have…”
Emily hugged and
soothed him as best she could but the boy was
inconsolable and blamed himself for bringing such
unwarranted attention to his family.
The tears gushed
and the grief-stricken lad didn’t know what to do to
Emily patted his
padded bottom detecting the mushy diaper. She hoped that
being put into something dry might make things better.
The process was achieved very quickly with barely any
acknowledgment from Caleb.
She put him to
bed in the hope sleep would take away the pain but he
just whimpered restlessly until Daniel slipped his
pacifier between his older brothers lips.
It was something
the four year-old used occasionally when he got fussy or
upset about something.
Caleb was so
drained it was only a couple of minutes before the
effects of suckling soon encouraged sleep.
Thomas had been
working out of town and had missed most of what had
transpired. Once Emily brought him up to speed he
realised his actions had contributed greatly to the
current fever gripping the town.
He looked in on
his distressed but sleeping son and was amazed to see
the pacifier still being gently nursed.
What’s happened… did he come home like this… did
someone… is he…?”
realising he’d got the situation all wrong explained
about Daniel, who, seeing his brother in such distress,
offered him the item he used when upset.
relieved and immediately went and ruffled the twin’s
hair saying what good boys they’d been. Like Caleb they
were already damp but wriggled joyfully as they always
did when mama or papa praised them.
However, now the
details of the town’s ‘agitation’ were known Thomas
thought of a way to defuse the situation.
evening when the family were all together, and a much
calmer Caleb had woken up, his parents informed him
that, for school at least, he no longer would be
required to wear a diaper and shorts, as that part of
the punishment was over.
thought this action would neutralise the problem and
everything would get back to normal.
the day Caleb had, and the fact that he’d wet himself at
school, the panic-stricken boy begged his parent to let
him continue to wear his protection until he was sure it
wouldn’t happen again. He pleaded with them that his
pants, with an accidental wet mark down the front, would
make things a lot worse and only add to the story.
Reluctantly they agreed with his summation of the
situation and hoped that his school pants would hide his
day, and without any of the main characters having been
interviewed, a national newspaper carried the story,
was at this point that all hell broke loose. Open season
had been declared on the Jefferson’s.
PARENTS OUT OF CONTROL - TEENAGER
RETURNED TO BABYHOOD
Not quite true
but the large banner headline led to a three page
feature with editorial comments on page seven.
was an attack in general on parents who subject their
children to draconian and malicious punishment, deriding
the use of humiliation as a tool to improve behaviour.
There were quotes from psychiatrists and paediatricians
decrying the practice and with plenty of ‘discussion’
areas for the reader to get involved in the process.
There was even a ‘for and against’ vote line for readers
Not that the
article was biased but, as the main characters had
refused to be interviewed, the reporter put together her
piece from tittle-tattle, opposing ‘spokes-persons’,
‘leaders of the community’ and just about anyone from
whom she could garner a quote. Also, because she hadn’t
acquired the ‘star’ interview, there was a great deal of
her own vitriol hidden behind a ‘compassionate’ veneer.
carried a main photograph of Caleb standing alone
wearing his shorts and the obvious padding, although the
image had been doctored to reveal more of the diaper
than was actually visible. The caption underneath, and
the accompanying description of the ‘distressed’ teen,
making it appear he was a sad boy alone in a judgmental
world inflicted on him by uncaring parents.
His ‘crime’ was
gone into in great detail, thanks to Mrs Rendle. A
photograph of her and her ‘traumatised’ kids showed
there was a reason for his punishment. So, although it
gave the impression the newspaper cared, it was an
attack on both parents and today’s unthinking youth. In
print at least the reporter seemed happy to play each
side off against the other.
to the page was the washing line full of windblown
fabric diapers and the implication at how cruel the
parents must be to make their teenage son wear such
babyish items to school. With the washing line full (it
did include the twin’s diapers after all), it looked
like poor Caleb was compelled to wear, and use, his
diapers all the time to add to his humiliation. This
wasn’t the case but the journalist was happy to
insinuate as much, after all, she didn’t want the truth
getting in the way of a good story.
speculated about how he might have been further punished
but only the Jefferson’s knew what had really happened
and they weren’t talking to anyone about the incident.
However, uninformed assumptions were made,
and then reported as fact – ‘…a disgusting violation
by his ‘god-fearing’, ‘church-going’ parent’s’ the
The journo had
taken quotes from the Reverend saying how religious the
Jefferson’s were but used that information to attack
them for their ‘unchristian’ style of punishment, which,
as far as the newspaper was concerned (read the
editorial on Page 7), amounted to nothing less than
When a local
politician was asked for his opinion, and seeing an
election on the horizon, he sided with the parents who,
according to his statement “Had a difficult tight rope
to walk when disciplining a child but, all in all, and
with everything considered, they were doing the best
Now a politician
had stuck his nose into the debate the press wires
became intense and suddenly, what had started as a
drunken dare and subsequent punishment for a child,
became a national ‘outrage’.
It was an
‘outrage’ depending on which side you were on.
By week’s end
the madness had grown out of all proportion and life was
getting very difficult for the Jefferson’s. All the news
networks had picked up on the story and were running
with their own features and opinions. National
politicians, children’s authors, social commentators,
religious leaders, psychologists and psychoanalysts were
happy to share their ‘learned’ thoughts on the subject.
became the main topic in the media. They scrambled for
stories where some poor kid had been embarrassed by some
form of discipline. Not all of the outlandish stories
were true but the thirst for these horrendous accounts
meant that some people were doing very well out of it
Jefferson’s refused to comment… other than “No comment”,
but the pressure on them was mounting. Although others
were happy to talk (complain) about their experiences,
the fact that the family had remained silent had made
them even more desirable as ‘guests’.
The producers of
the top-rated chat shows arrogantly thought that
although the family may not wish to chat to mere news
outlets, they would no doubt jump at the chance to be
interviewed (sympathetically of course) in a cosy studio
by one of their ‘superstar’ celebrities.
cars, would be agents, celebrity, flights to the
capital, New York, Los Angeles, Chicago… in fact, to
everywhere, the offers were met with a resounding “No
comment”. Neither Thomas nor Emily had ever put great
store in wealth so weren’t tempted by any of the
Keep your lives free from the love of money and
be content with what you have, because God has said,
“Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”
In all this
clutter things got worse for Caleb. The focus of
attention had made it impossible for him to continue
being a normal schoolboy. His brief period of getting
back into pants instead of shorts hadn’t been the
success his parents had hoped for. He was being
ridiculed by some of his fellow students for not wearing
his shorts and being proud of having to wear a diaper.
The fact that he was now using diapers as a safety
precaution was never mentioned.
naked cock and balls were no longer of any interest to
him as he felt that in some way, his enjoyment of them
was adding to his sins, and the fact he was wetting more
was the proof. He kept his hand well away from that part
of his anatomy but continued to saturate his diapers.
The thick cotton fabric doing its best to soak it all up
but mercifully the plastic pants were the real saviours
in preventing accidental spillage.
incidents ensued that frightened Caleb.
On a visit to
the boy’s room he was followed by some older boys who
attacked him. They didn’t beat him up or anything they
just held him down, stripped him out of his shorts, and
took photographs of him wearing only his diaper and
plastic pants. They even thanked him before giving back
his shorts saying that they could sell the photos and
make a fortune. Whether they had or not he didn’t know
but the event left him shaking in fear.
Only a few hours
later, he was almost home when a police officer stopped
him and said he had to accompany him to headquarters. By
now he was suspicious of being approached by anyone he
didn’t know so told the cop he’d have to speak with his
parents first. When the officer said that wouldn’t be
necessary because he’d already spoken to them and they
said it was OK, he knew it was a lie and ran home. He
Every day there
seemed to be another piece of video of Caleb walking
somewhere, the wobbly camerawork desperate to get a
close up of the offending item. He was cornered by
fellow classmates as well as news crews and on several
occasions the pressure got to him and he’d fill his
diaper. At those moments he was so glad his mama had
fitted him securely into rubber pants.
Caleb had come
to rely on his waterproof covering to stop any leaks
because he was wetting himself on a regular basis. In
many ways he felt more secure now he had that vinyl
shield around to protect him. He didn’t want to give the
terrors he was living through any more credibility with
a display of wet pants.
After a few days
of this total madness his parents decided he should stay
home, hoping that with Caleb not being at school the
media would go away. Unfortunately, they were besieged
by an ever demanding, sneaky and invasive press. The
phone had been unplugged, the curtains drawn, the family
couldn’t go anywhere without being overwhelmed by
finding it difficult to go to work and Emily couldn’t
hang out washing without a barrage of photographers
covering her every step. The pressure to speak was
becoming intense and more than one of the congregation
was offered money if they could convince the family to
The media went
into exclusive mode.
The amount of
money offered to procure the family for a prime time
interview was simply incredible. Dollar signs appeared
in everyone’s eyes (except for the Jefferson’s), as
pressure was put upon the family to speak once and for
all. Even the Reverend had been tempted to try and
coerce Thomas to relent his stance.
“No comment”, which was always followed by a smile and a
wave from Thomas was really annoying the media. They
were used to being able to get anyone to give a
statement, be interviewed or pass their personal
opinions without any trouble. However, they hadn’t
bargained for a close family like the Jefferson’s and
were at a loss on how to take things further.
‘non-story’ had escalated out of all proportion and
become a major issue. Questions were being asked by
serious politicians and debated on the floor of the
house. Rumour had it that the Jefferson’s would be
indicted to appear before a children’s court. This
self-perpetuating business of news needed the main
protagonists and they were refusing to speak.
All the boys
were under great duress, even the twins were finding the
situation difficult because they couldn’t go out to play
or see their friends. The house began to take on an
odour of pee as none of them appeared to have any
control and the stress levels continued to rise. Mrs
Jefferson could no longer wash and dry the diapers in
her usual way so had to resort to airing them over
radiators or as best she could.
If she ventured
down to the store to buy anything there would be a crowd
gather, inspecting and gossiping on the items in her
basket. Another strange occurrence was that the store,
and in fact most of the stores in the town, needed a
continual supply of diapers, disposables , powders and
baby cream as they were regularly selling out. It would
appear that either by choice, or by disciplinarian
parents, diapers were being used by more and more of the
had got a message to Caleb, offering him a staggering
amount if he’d ‘blow the lid’ on his parents cruelty. He
passed the message straight to his father who simply
shook his head in bewilderment. His father just didn’t
understand why money seemed so important.
For we brought nothing into the world, and we can
take nothing out of it. But if we have food and
clothing, we will be content with that.
from the top-rated TV chat shows offered huge incentives
to try and get the family to appear. Even when two
competing ‘celebrities’ arrived at the Jefferson’s door
within moments of each other, they were both stunned to
be turned away without being allowed to put their
“No comment but
thank you for coming” was the only response they got.
Thomas and Emily
were subject to a stream of abuse from some quarters,
whilst in other areas there were nods of approval. So,
even though everyone had more or less made up their
minds, they still wanted to hear the facts from these
Jefferson’s thought the outcry and clamour were
ridiculous, it was now having such a detrimental effect
on family life a decision was made that, for the sake of
their children, they would speak.
through the list of offers that had been made and
settled on one from a news channel with a very senior
and respected reporter. Although this journalist had
covered wars and famine, had been decorated and won
innumerable awards, he knew that this human interest
story was a good one.
Thomas Jefferson had said - he was the only person on TV
he trusted, it was his exclusive or nothing.
were made and the family, under cover of night, were
picked up and transported to a secret location for the
interview. The twins weren’t going to be featured but
Caleb and his parents were. None of the family was
looking forward to it but saw they had very few
alternatives because not being involved just made them
more of a target for gossip and threats.
It was going to
be a live interview. Thomas insisted he wouldn’t be
recorded as he didn’t want what he said to be edited, he
was very suspicious of how TV worked.
Punishment’ was its working title and as they sat around
for the red ‘live’ light to come on, the Jefferson’s
were most uncomfortable. In fact, Caleb had been so
anxious all day he was already filling his third diaper.
The crew had
asked Caleb to wear his shorts and padding for the show
and although Thomas had said his son didn’t have to if
he didn’t want, the teen agreed to the producer’s
request. Throughout the day the crew had been very
attentive but with only a couple of hours to go before
they went live there was a bit of disruption.
The family were
left as they all disappeared into a meeting and with
less than an hour to go, the entire interview was called
The news story
that knocked the Jefferson off the front page was the
fact that a senior politician had been found and filmed
with his mistress, a Russian spy. That became the main
story and only feature for that night’s show so the
Jefferson segment was bumped. The live interview wasn’t
even taped for future transmission because the senior
reporter, sensing a much more significant revelation,
was already on his way to interview the shamed
fickle news can be because on the same day a ‘Senior
White House Official’ was found to be supplying drugs
and, to top off what had been a couple of very ‘slow
news’ weeks, Beijing had hacked the
Kremlin and the world situation was deteriorating
were completely forgotten and things in their home town
swiftly got back to normal.
For Caleb it was
a different story. Now every morning he woke up soaked.
His sleep was disturbed by nightmares and he didn’t
trust anyone but his family. Although his return to
school was greeted well, he never felt comfortable there
He continued to
wear diapers day and night because he could no longer
guarantee not having an accident. In fact, he’d pee in
his diaper and not realise until after the event.
Caleb became one
very sad teenager and really didn’t understand why his
body was letting him down on a daily basis.
Thomas, saw his
After the news
‘silly season’ they’d all been subjected to he realised
what happened in his son’s life was down to him and
wasn’t sure how to make amends.
He read the
Bible looking for inspiration. He rescinded the diaper
wearing and visibility rule. He desperately wanted
everything to get back to normal, as did Caleb, but
unfortunately the boy still wet on a regular basis.
“Forgive me son,
for I have sinned.”
his son tightly.
“I have let my
obsession for keeping my children on the right path
obscure their own needs and desires… and as a result
have subjected you to the horrors of an uncaring world.
I’m so very sorry for putting you through all that.”
A tear ran down
“I want to be
proud of my sons. I want to guide them in the way of the
Lord but I feel I may have damaged you in the process…
and that is…”
“Papa, I did
reassuring to see Caleb jump to his father’s defence and
not lay blame.
“I needed to be
punished… it hurt but… I thought you did the right
thing. It made me understand…”
Now Caleb was
holding onto tears. He didn’t like to think his papa was
ever wrong. He needed him to always care and to look out
for them all.
“You made me
realise how stupid I’d been. I needed that guidance
He felt the
thick padding in his pants.
“I’m sure this
will pass but… please papa… don’t blame yourself for the
way things turned out.”
Now his mother
joined in the hug.
“I will never
disobey you again papa, mama… you have shown me what can
happen when I stray from the rules you and the Lord lay
down. I am the one asking for forgiveness.”
While he was still approaching, the demon slammed
him to the ground and threw him into a convulsion. But
Jesus rebuked the unclean spirit, and healed the boy and
gave him back to his father.
Mama opened the
front door to let in the fresh morning light. A gentle
warming gust flooded the house and set the atmosphere in
a pleasant swirl. Soon, all the windows and doors were
open letting air circulate for the first time in what
felt like weeks but had only been a few days. There was
no one hanging around; the press and TV crews had
departed so the coast was clear, Emily sighed in relief
as she checked in on her boys.
As he was being
changed into a dry morning diaper Caleb asked his mother
if, because he was wetting every night, it was
retribution from God.
“I don’t think
She tried to
take the solemn look off his face and make him feel
under a great deal of strain… and… under such
circumstances it’s not unusual for that anxiety to
reveal itself in different ways.”
She smiled a
“God likes to
see people repent when they’ve done something wrong… and
loves you even more because of that… but maybe… he just
likes to see one of his favourites in diapers because
you look so cute.”
She tickled his
This was not how
his mother normally spoke to him and her smile, as well
as being described as ‘cute’, made him laugh at such a
silly (though heart-warming) suggestion.
relieved to see her son, who had gotten so serious,
laugh. It had been a while since the joy he usually
brought to the house had been seen because the past few
days had weighed so heavily on his slim shoulders. She
was also in no rush for him to escape his diapers; she’d
loved the closeness and reliance they had engendered.
The cream she
spread around his genitals gave him that familiar glow
before the powder and final pins made him ready for the
day. He confidently stepped into his now familiar vinyl
pants and pulled them up over the fresh bulk. And,
thanks to his mother, happy in the knowledge that God
was not angry with him.
recognised that their teenage son had been under extreme
pressure and weren’t surprised that, as they made him
wear diapers, he’d begun to use them. He’d never been a
particularly outgoing or confident boy and his
experience over the past few days had added a shattering
level of anxiety.
boy’s diapers and plastic pants were once again
fluttering in the warm sun and gentle breeze, whilst the
twins were able to play in the garden with their older
brother. Here Caleb felt safe and was in the ideal place
to deal with what had happened.
The madness of
the last few days had impacted badly on Caleb. He hadn’t
enjoyed being the centre of attention and didn’t enjoy
the fact that for some reason his night time diaper
continued to be soaked, although he felt better about
Playing with his
noisy, but always entertaining, younger brothers took
his mind off the fact that it was his confession about
wearing diapers that started all the fuss in the first
place. The way that admission led to a desperate need to
be accepted by his judgemental friends and then the
subsequent stupid dare… he hadn’t needed that form of
approval. Now he had to wear protection all the time for
safety reasons it didn’t seem at all babyish, it made
him feel secure.
The incident had
brought him closer to his parents and the rebel he’d
briefly entertained completely disappeared like the
bruise on his bottom.
departure of the media things quickly resumed as normal.
Soon, as peace returned, it was as if their little town
hadn’t been at the centre of such a national frenzy.
Well, that isn’t
quite true. The thing is, the publicity made quite a
number of people start to wonder. They wondered what it
would be like to have to wear diapers all the time.
It may have
surprised Caleb, and his parents, to know just how many
town’s folk wore and loved the snuggly comfort of the
thing that had been the centre of much ridicule not so
long ago. Diapers, in certain quarters of that town,
were back in fashion... for pleasure as
well as punishment.
So, although it
may take some time for Caleb to be able to go without
his crinkly plastic protection, he wasn’t going to be
doing it alone… even if he didn’t know it.
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